In my area the summer gets so hot and humid that we have thunderstorms every afternoon. This makes it hard to do those outside chores like weeding the garden and mowing the lawn. Many afternoons you’ll find me pushing the lawn mower around the yard with the sound of thunder rolling overhead.
It’s difficult to get the lawn mowing done in one day. The rain and humidity cause the grass blades to hold the morning dew until late in the afternoon, just about the time when the Cumulonimbus clouds start to gather together and the skies turn black. And there I am, pushing the mower through the yard trying to get as much done as possible before the Armageddon lightning streaks out of the sky with crackling electricity.
It feels like Husband #2 is running his own race against an impending storm.
During the week he returned home, our time was filled with things he wanted to do together, things he misses about me. We went for long rides in the country, we drank a new (and excellent) wine together at night, we were intimate every day, we ate at one of our favorite restaurants along the lake shore, we watched a movie together, we worked on a hard and messy home improvement project, and we even had an opportunity to dance with each other one more time.
Basically, we were hurrying to mow the lawn before the divorce thunderstorm rolled in.